Luyện nghe bài hát 6'7

Ahem, my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
Swagger down pat, my shit Patricia
Young Money militia and I am the
You don't want to with Weezy, 'cause the 'F' is for finisher

So misunderstood, but what's the without enigma?
Two bitches at the same time, synchronized
Got the twisted 'cause she open when ya twist her
Never met the bitch, but I'll fuck her I missed her

Life is a and death is her sister
Sleep is the cousin, what a fuckin' family
You know father and we all know mother nature
It's all in the family, but I am of no

No matter buyin', I'm a celebration
Black and white diamonds, fuck
Fuck that shit, my money up, you just huntin' nut
Young Money shit and you niggas just runner-up's

I don't feel I've enough so I'mma keep on doin' this shit
La Tucci or Young

Yeah, I'm goin' in

I my mind, it's somewhere out there stranded
I think you stand me if you don't understand me
Had my broken by this woman named Tammy
But ho's gon' be ho's so I blame Tammy

talk to moms, told her she the sweetest
I beat the beat up, call it
Swimmin', I be seein' this niggas like sequins
Niggas they He-man, pow, pow, the end

Talkin' to myself I am my own consultant
to the money, fuck the world, that's adultery
You full of shit, you close mouth and let you ass talk
Young Money eatin', all you do is add salt

Stop playin', bitch, I got this game on dead
Mind so sharp, I around and cut my head off
nigga all day and tomorrow
But these motherfuckers talkin' crazy like jaw broke

half-empty, half-full, I'll spill ya
Try me and run into a wall,
You know I'mma ball 'til they turn off the lights
The fruits of my labor, I enjoy them while still ripe

Bitch, playin', I do it like a king do
If these nigga's animals then have a mink suit
Tell bitches I said put my name on the wall
I speak the truth, but I guess that's a language to y'all

And I it like I see it and my glasses on
But y'all don't get the picture 'less the flash is on
with nothin', you don't know the half of it
Young Money, Cash

Paper chasin', tell that paper, "Look, I'm behind ya"
Bitch, real G's in silence like lasagna
say I'm borderline crazy, sort of, kinda
Woman of my dreams? I sleep so I can't find her

You are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant
I got through that like a subject and a predicate
Yeah, with a swagg' you would for
Money too strong, on body-builder

in a wishing well, now wish me well
Tell 'em kiss my ass, call it kiss and

Word to my mama, I'm out of my Lima
Don't wanna see what that drama mean, get Dramamine
Llama scream, than summer sun on a Ghana queen
Now all I is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a fiend

I played the side for you niggas that's to front and see
Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you the son of me
Pause for this dumber speech, I like Buddha
Disturb me and you'll be all the flo' like Luda

Bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, I'm like Cuba
And I keep a killer ho, she gon' blow right ya
I be macking my stacking, now I pack like a mover
to ratchet for backing out on behalf of my shooter

Niggas think they high as I, I laugh at your ruler
Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler
Wayne, these niggas out they mind, I done told fuck niggas, so many times
That I keep these steady on my mind, tuck these, I fuck these on your mind, pause

To feed them on my grind, did I get a little love? throwing my sign in the middle
Hit 'em up, piece on my side 'cause ain't no on my side

Bitch, I'm a man, I visit urinals
Tune tells me who I'm when the funeral outside
I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a B.X. nigga, ya Gunna
Gunna,